Bleeding Love

I curse those hunters Who shot my wing And tried to capture me. And when I tried to fly, My broken wing bled Which cause my body pain. I can't get back to my nest in the tree It's far away from this place I'm in. I cannot fly No use--no hope The only thing I can do is to wait. This place I'm on I feel afraid And lonely like a prisoner. I can't believe this thing called "LOVE" would turn me just like this.

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